Day two, waking up was difficult, because of the horrible night sleep, nevertheless I dragged myself out of bed. I went into the bathroom, to wash up, and just glared at myself, for a moment. “I feel strange.” It was as if I could see that dark cloud of oppression hovering over me. “Who are you?” But, I continued on, with my day.
Dogs again, were on my nerves throughout the day, I was moody, exhausted, and couldn’t understand why I was unable to concentrate. Writing, is usually never difficult for me to do, but I was at a point where I put it aside that day, and lied on the sofa. Watching t.v. and having silence was what I liked and if anything was infiltrating on that, I was snappy.
The phone rang and even loved ones noticed how incredibly moody and short I was being. I was not compassionate nor was I caring. I could care less!
Flipping through the channels was boring me, so the peace I found was by reading the word. But, it still wasn’t shaking that feeling I had. If only, I listened to that still small voice compelling me not to look at the woman, in the store. It was because the Lord knew, I wasn’t strong enough to get rid of what was latched to me. I literally felt, as if a huge weight, was on me and I couldn’t get rid of it, no matter how much I prayed.
I was up really late, unable to sleep, and when I finally did, I fell asleep still feeling the presence all around me.
I knew I couldn’t go on feeling like this. Something had to be done. I needed reinforcements. I wondered how people can go on oppressed, without doing a thing about it? Lack of power perhaps or they’ve just become immune to it. I, on the other hand, am not immune to that. And I wasn’t about to take this lying down again.
Day three……I will write about it next week.
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